Chapter 1 – The Lou
"Draco! Draco, we need to stop," Hermione panted softly into his ear, her enticing breath blowing against his burning skin, innocent and sexy at the same time.
"I know. I know, baby." He pulled away trailing sweet little kisses across her pale jaw, allowing his hands to come to rest on her supple breasts.
"We can't do this when I go back to Hogwarts you know." Slowly, he nodded, his thumbs continuing massaging her through her silky dancing shirt that covered almost nothing. Hermione moaned softly, closing her eyes before she jerked away, glaring. "Listen here Malfoy…" She shook her finger at him, only to have it smacked away.
"We'll talk later," Draco, mock-threatened her, as he slipped a hand down to her short mini-skirt and pressed against her warmth with his palm, and he bent to take her into his hungering mouth. Suckling gently at first, he began nipping softly at her sensitive flesh, his tongue wandering to the inviting swell of her breast, teasingly. He tormented her, and as she became even more aroused with the wonder and passion of his touch, she released a gasping breath, which mingled with a honeyed sigh of pleasure. His lips found her own, slow and patient, the exact opposite of the pounding inside him, the rushing, burning sensation that masked every other thought.
"Oh god, Drake," she hissed against his persistent mouth, her body pliant under his demanding, caressing hands. Their tongues danced, their hands roamed, wanting too much, unable to satisfy completely. Suddenly, the door swung open unexpectedly, hitting the tile wall with a loud resounding crack.
"What the fuck? Granger? Draco? What are you two…?" Crabbe stopped mid-sentence when Draco slammed a fist into him, colliding with flesh and bone with the force of a club. Twice he connected his blows, first in the gut, then in the face. Crabbe bent over, sobbing like a baby, clutching his bleeding nose with one pork-like hand and holding his stomach with the other. His eyes, the soulless chasms that they were, begged for forgiveness, as he stood there, awaiting his reprimand and keened weakly to his superior.
"If you ever say a word of this to anyone, you good-for-nothing louse, know that you will understand pain like you never have before," Malfoy spat at the hunched over ex-Slytherin, pushing him roughly back out the door, and locking it securely behind the oaf.
Hermione slid down the grimy bathroom wall, bringing her knees up to her pounding chest and resting her head on top of them. Cautiously, Draco walked over to her, sat down, and put his arm around her slender, freckled shoulders. "I'm sorry," He murmured to her, kissing her earlobe and softly nipping at it with his immaculate, white teeth.
Taking his hand in hers, she lifted her head and glared at him, not really meaning it, but needing the comfort that anger often provided. "I told you not to bring your friends," she reminded him blandly, almost under her breath.
"Mione, you know those idiots aren't my friends," Drake growled at her, his temper flaring but his touch still soft as he continued rubbing the tension from her neck with gentle circular massages. "I have no choice. They've followed me around since I met them six years ago."
He paused and glanced at her.
"Besides, this wasn't even supposed to happen tonight. This was supposed to be strictly business. If you hadn't worn that…" The once bleach-blond haired boy scanned her up and down with his eyes combing over every inch of her hollows and curves, his breath immediately coming in ragged gasps of hunger once again.
With her chocolate brown eyes smiling into his, teasingly, Hermione's perfectly proportioned mouth curled in an eloquent smirk. "Well, if my outfit bothers you so much why'd you ask me to meet you in this dance club?"
Draco licked his lips, gazing at her raw, ethereal beauty, the elegant fire that was ever-present in her aura. "I thought that the all-knowing Miss Granger would be able to guess."
Her smirk stayed in place as she replied, "And I realized that the Malfoys like to mix work, with pleasure." She slowly ran her hand up his chest then back down until she touched just below his navel. His breath shuddered against her neck as he bent to press his lips to her tingling skin.